Politics
Screaming over clamorous
glaring
accusations of bleeding seas
and roaring skies
Raining iron,
expanding to burst
with laughing sirens
that award death
You raise vociferous accusations
drowning out drones of Iraq
The dirt that no longer pulsates with Her
The detrition you call ‘politics’
and what I call,
cataclysmic
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IconoclastSalem
Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?
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